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Mary's  Little  Lamb 

By  Tom   Masson 


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Mary  had  a  little  lamb ; 

Its  fleece  was  white  as  snow, 
And  everywhere  that  Mary  went 

The  lamb  was  sure  to  go. 


By  THOMAS  W.  LAWSON,  of  Boston 


WARNING— MARY'S  LAMB! 

"VT  7"HEN  I  made  my  first  announcement  that  Mary 
had  a  little  lamb,  what  happened  ? 

The  "System"  laughed  at  me.  And  yet  millions 
read  the  statement  and  believed. 

This  is  nothing,  however,  to  what  will  appear  in  the 
next  number. 

Then  I  shall  make  it  plain  to  all  that  the  lamb's  fleece 
is  as  white  as  snow.  Not  only  this,  but  it  will  be  proved 
beyond  the  possibility  of  a  doubt  that  the  lamb  went 
everywhere  that  Mary  did.  Law  son. 


■  i  >63 


By  JAMES  WHITCOMB  RILEY 


||NCT  there  was  a  "ittle    gyrul   ez   good    ez   she 

could  be. 
Her  name  was  ist  plain  Mary,  the   nicest   name   you 

see. 
She  never  said  a  naughty  word,  nor   ate   the   pantry 

jam, 
'N'  all  she  had  to  comfort  her  was  ist    a  'ittle   lamb, 
With  wobbly  legs  and  bestest  eyes  and  fleece  ez  white 

ez  snow, 
'N*  everywhere  that  Mary  went  the  lamb 

was 
sure 
to 
go! 


By  HENRY  JAMES 


QERHAPS  it  was  Providential,  and  yet  it  seemed 
to  come,  in  the  sequence  of  events,  wholly  without 
vagueness  or  sense  of  any  obscurity,  that  is  to  say,  quite 
naturally,  without  forethought,  or  design,  or  shall  I  say 
premeditation  ?  that  the  girl  Mary,  among  other  name- 
less characteristics,  doubtless  alien  and  beside  the  question, 
so  to  speak,  had,  at  the  time,  though  it  were  vain  to 
specify  the  precise  hour  or  moment,  this  being  a  matter 
of  debatable  chronology,  a  curious  illustration  of  nature's 
spendthrift  energies,  namely — a  lamb. 

The  animal  in  question,  nimble  doubtless,  displayed, 
or  at  least  gave  certain  superficial  evidences  of  displaying, 
although  we  hesitate  to  make  the  matter  too  plain,  this 
being  with  us,  as  usual,  time  and  again,  over  and  over, 
and  in  and  out— a  matter  of  honor;  nevertheless,  we 
state  that  of  these  evidences,  mentioned  heretofore,  there 
appeared,  according  to  the  published  annals,  two,  or 
about  two :  that  its  fleece,  a  covering  usually  adequate 
in  extreme  weather,  was  colorless  or  white,  and  that 
wherever  Mary,  the  girl,  who  apparently  walked,  ran, 
or  trotted,  though  where  is  unknown,  went,  the  lamb  also 
developed  the  identical,  that  is,  the  same,  characteristic. 


fl*         &S&.7&//. 


By  RUDYARD   KIPLING 


/""^OD  of  our  fathers,  known  of  old, 

Bring  back  the  name  of  Mary's  pet, 
Who  flourished  in  a  season  cold, 
Lest  we  forget,  lest  we  forget. 

His  name  was  just  plain  little  lamb, 

His  fleece  was  white  as  snow— not  jet- 
Here  I  insert  an  oath— (say  "damn"). 
It  is  my  style,  lest  you  forget! 


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By  Mr.   DOOLEY 


T— F  AVE  yez  heard  the  noos  about  Mary  ?  "  asked 
Mr.  Dooley. 

"  Phat's  thot  ?  "    said  Mr.  Hennessy. 

"Well,"  said  Mr.  Dooley,  "ye  know  the  little  gyrul 
that  plays  around  the  corner  wid  me  uncle's  wife's  first 
cousin,  the  wan  that's  lift  wid  two  mothers  on  her  hands 
in  the  last  eviction  contest,  well,  wud  ye  belave  me,  but 
some  wan  in  the  East  sint  her  wan  of  thim  lambkins,  the 
kind  I  do  be  thinkin'  that  plays  in  Wall  Street  on  Sun- 
days and  holidays,  moind  ye,  for  I  sware  to  ye,  Hinnissy, 
its  fleece  is  as  white  as  snow." 

"  Give  him  toime,"   said  Mr.  Hennessy. 

"  I'll  give  the  little  baste  about  twenty-four  hours," 
replied  Mr.  Dooley,  "  and  then,  what  wid  following 
Mary  around  the  strates  of  Chicago,  he'll  lose  his  color. 
Eh,  Hinnissy  ?  " 


By  GEORGE  ADE 


A  CERTAIN  Peacherine  named  Mamie  became 
wise  to  the  fact  that  The  Willie  boys  were 
beginning  to  Wear  on  Her,  and  that  doing  Time  in  the 
St.  Regis  and  Waldorf,  and  on  the  Washington  Limited, 
was  all  to  the  bad.  So  she  put  on  her  Goggles  and 
took  a  long  look  down  the  Alley  for  some  New  Form 
of  Time  Killer  that  Would  Give  her  Simple  little  life  a 
run  for  its  money.  It  happened  that  a  Woolly  Lamb, 
like  the  Kind  that  Mother  used  to  Shear,  was  doing  the 
Koochy  Koochy  on  the  Park  Slope,  and  Mame  went 
out  and  put  Enough  Salt  on  his  Tail  to  make  him  long 
for  Friendly  Doings  With  Her.  So  after  that  He 
followed  her  Around  like  a  College  Graduate  At  a 
Football  Bee. 

Moral : 
You  can  Search  Me. 


By  JAMES  GORDON   BENNETT 


AS  announced  exclusively  in  the  Herald  this  morning, 
Mary  had  a  little  lamb.  Our  Paris  correspondent 
reports  (by  special  cable  to  the  Herald)  that  his  fleece  was  as 
white  as  snow.  We  have  learned  from  other  sources  controlled 
by  the  Herald,  that  the  lamb  was  sure  to  go  wherever  Mary 
went. 

President  Roosevelt  said  to  a  Herald  reporter:  The  exclu- 
sive news  in  the  Herald  about  Mary's  little  lamb  fortunately 
comes  at  a  time  when  our  foreign  relations  were  never  in  better 
condition.     The  Herald  is  a  great  paper. 

Dr.  Parkhurst :  I  read  the  news  about  Mary  in  this  morning's 
Herald  (exclusively),  with  the  tears  streaming  down  my  cheeks, 
and  my  heart  beating  fast.  I  have  not  yet  seen  my  represent- 
ative in  the  Tenderloin,  but  am  hoping  for  the  best.  The 
Herald  deserves  the  thanks  of  everybody. 

Special  from  London :  King  Edward  said  this  morning :  The 
news  about  Mary,  which  I  was  informed  appeared  exclusively 
in  the  New  York  Herald,  affected  me  profoundly.  I  can 
only  hope  that  the  ties  that  unite  the  great  branches  of  the 
Anglo-Saxon  race  in  a  common  brotherhood  may  still  be  kept 
sacred  and  inviolate. 

When  informed  of  the  Herald's  great  feat,  Pierpont 
Morgan  said:  "I  warned  everyone  some  time  ago  that  the 
thing  might  happen.  And  now  that  the  Herald  alone  has 
given  the  news  to  the  world,  nothing  more  need  be  said." 

When  asked  if  he  would  like  to  say  anything  about  the 
lamb's  fleece  being  as  white  as  snow,  he  buried  his  face  in  his 
hands  for  a  moment,  and  then  replied : 

"No,  I  have  nothing  further  to  add." 


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